'to end (yet again)' (hooray for another day)

'have been working since august, in general not little and not badly. yet neither in the first nor the second respect to the limit of my ability, as I should have done...' - franz kafka, diaries, 31st december 1914

'unwilling to part with the passing year I drank til late on the last day of december...'  - matsuo bashō, the records of a well-worn satchel. (to be continued) 

horsemouth has assembled the quotes that will carry him across into the new year. 

the quotes that will mark the end of the old year 2020(3). 

the quotes that will mark the landing on the first day of the new year 2020(4). 

there's a double CD of a young howard (as part of 46.000 fibres)  playing with a certain saxophone player (ok ok - it's  nik turner from hawkwind, inner city unit, sphynx etc.)

footage has emerged also in which the access panel to horsemouth's brain has fallen off to reveal a small howard driving him (in a being john malkovich kind of way). this was a shock to everybody (including horsemouth). (you can see he looks a little shocked).  horsemouth and howard met up online on zoom for zoom beers,  curiously enough they were discussing patti smith (howard had been reading just kids) on her birthday. 

horsemouth ends the year a little braindead. so far the day progresses as howard predicted it would; wake up, coffee, blog...

it's the anniversary of the birth of american primitive guitarist  max ochs (born 1940).  he falls out of the scene early after his album hooray for another day and has a life elsewhere. harry taussig similarly. max cuts his american primitivism with beat poetry (you can just imagine how well this would go down with john fahey). 

ok happy new year to one and all. horsemouth may write some more as the day progresses, if not see you on the other side with the completion of the basho quote.